I'm on my tenth glass of wine when Jeremy barges through the front door. Sweat glistens off his face and neck and I can hear gospel music blaring from his iPod. He lifts the end of his shirt and wipes his face with it, delectably showing off his lean, tan stomach.
Jeremy removes the ear buds from his ears and adjusts the chord around the back of his neck. I watch him as he moves through the front entry way and into the living room.
"You seem to be adapting to new technology just fine," I murmur taking another sip of my wine.
Jeremy jerks back, clearly startled by my presence. The music on his iPod silences and he gives me a sly smile.
"I suppose I am, yes. So…home early again? That's twice in one week."
His breathing is still heavy and he glances at the seats around the living room.
"Do you mind if I sit?"
"No. Why would I?"
"I'm all sweaty. I don't want to ruin your furniture."
I roll my eyes and take another sip of my wine.
"I can afford this exact set of furniture a hundred times if I wanted to. Please, sit."
Jeremy takes a hesitant seat on the edge of my leather couch. My eyes scan his face. High cheek bones, dazzling blue eyes, golden hair, and those luscious pink lips….
My cheeks redden with lust. I kissed those lips. I even nibbled on those lips. Just the memory of it has my heart pounding and my insides tingling. The kiss had been so quick, but so passionate.
He had brought me in, pressed our lips together, and then allowed me to take the rest into my own hands. My tongue devoured his and oh it was so soft and sweet. My hands roamed all over his body. His skin was so soft, my fingers generating electricity with every new place I touched.
Not to mention - that man does not have a single ounce of fat on him.
I would have let it go on forever if I could. Hell, if I'm being perfectly honest with myself, I would have let him do whatever he wanted to me.
But mid-kiss Jeremy's lips severed away from mine. His eyes widened and his face darkened with some unnamed emotion as he turned away from me. He started shaking his head, closing his eyes and backing away from the bathroom as if trying to clear his mind of some terrible thought.
I wanted to run after him. But I didn't. I just remained standing in my bathroom - naked, wanting and confused.
Jeremy clears his throat, effectively pulling me out of my trance. I meet his eyes and my blush deepens. What I wouldn't do for another kiss with those mouth-watering lips…
"You know, you should come running with me sometime," Jeremy says breaking our eye contact. "It helps to ease the stress."
"And what makes you think I'm stressed?"
"I….," Jeremy's voice trails off and he repeats his prior motions of wiping the sweat off his face with the bottom of his shirt. "It was just a friendly suggestion."
"I have my own ways of relaxing. And to answer your earlier question, Connie is in the hospital so I took off work to make sure she was OK."
Jeremy pops up from his chair, his face etched in concern.
"What happened to her?!"
Jeremy looks puzzled but nods his head ever-so slowly. I finish my last few sips of wine and set the glass down next to my feet. I take a deep breath, folding my hands together on my lap.
"Some random guy at the bar bought me a drink. I gave it to Connie and it ended up being poisoned."
"You didn't know the guy?"
"No. I won't forget his face though. I never do. And if I see him again I'm gonna rip his head off."
Jeremy continues to pace the confines of my living room. The muscles in his face tense and his eyebrows knit together in concentration.
"So he was trying to hurt you."
He says it as a statement moreso than a question. I nod my head in confirmation.
"But why, Stella?"
I shrug indifferently. "I have no idea. Wouldn't be the first time and it won't be the last. And while I'm telling you things, I may as well admit that I think Evan and I are done."
Jeremy's jaw drops so far down I swear it's going to hit the floor. He snaps it back in place takes and hesitant step closer to me.
"Basically your 'perfect soon-to-be angelic warrior' was paid to hunt me down and date me."
"I - I don't believe you."
I wave a dismissive hand through the air.
"No, Stella that can't be true. Because I felt his emotions towards you. They were real. They ARE real."
I stumble to the kitchen and uncork another bottle of wine. Jeremy follows me in and fills a cup of water for himself. All the while he studies my actions, his eyes never leaving my face. I sloppily pour my wine and hiccup just as the red liquid reaches the brim of my glass.
"I think that may be enough wine for you," Jeremy mutters under his breath.
"Oh shut up," I snap.
I can feel tears welling up in my throat. Evan's affections for me, his desire to date me - all fake. I don't care what he said at the hospital. None of it was real. And now I have to sit through his explanation which I don't even want to hear in the first place. I just want to be done with him.
But that means Jeremy will have to leave.
I swipe up my glass of wine, the liquid swaying from side to side with every step I take.
"You're going to spill that," Jeremy says matter-of-factly.
My throat is so constricted with tears that I feel like I'm choking. I attempt to swallow it down but it doesn't budge. The wine sloshes in my glass as I ascend up the stairs. I stare at it, willing it to not spill.
But when I reach the top stair, my foot catches and I topple over. My wine lunges from the glass, seeping into the white carpet beneath it. My arms and legs are sprawled across the floor and I cover my face with my hands as tears start pouring down my cheeks.
Gotta love alcohol.
Jeremy is at my side in seconds and scoops me up into his arms. He carries me to my room and gently sets me on my bed.
"I'll clean up the wine," he says quietly.
I know I should just thank him and sleep off my drunken stupor. But my emotions are on overload and I can't seem to stop them.
"Don't bother. Just leave."
"Ok…I guess I'll let you be. But I'll be waiting downstairs to cook you something when you wake up. We'll talk this all over and get everything straightened out. Alright?"
Jeremy pushes a strand of hair away from my face and tucks it behind my ear. His hand lingers and he traces his thumb down my cheek, wiping away my sad-ridden tears.
"No. No. You're not getting it," I say and despite my best efforts, my words come out slurred. "I want you to go back to Heaven. Evan and I are done, so the deal is void. You need to go home."
More tears spring from my eyes and before I can stop myself, my arms fumble from under the covers and wind around Jeremy's neck. Oh God, please don't go. Jeremy sighs at my touch and hugs me back, his warm arms a gentle caress to my shaking body.
My hold on him tightens, and he doesn't fight it when I pull him on top of me. He adjusts slightly, moving his body to create an inch of space between us, and supports his weight on his elbows. His face tilts to the side and he looks at me in question. I'm sure I look like a blubbering idiot.
"Is that what you really want, Stella? For me to leave?"
His voice is low and husky, my mind succumbing to his smoldering gaze. His expression is pained and I close my eyes to try and tame of my raging hormones. My nostrils flare when I breathe in his scent - so raw, so masculine and so pure. Every region of me sizzles with desire….including one I haven't used for quite some time. I ache for Jeremy - all of him and in every way.
I hesitantly pull Jeremy on top of me once again, this time rubbing my hips against him. His breath hitches in response. I move my lips onto his soft neck and trail light kisses all the way up his jaw line. His body tenses on top of me and I feel his erection forming, pressing firmly against my stomach.
I nudge his face towards mine and wait for him to make the next move. I should really open my eyes but I'm too afraid to see his reaction.
So I just lay there and wait.
I'm about ready to give up when I feel the rest of Jeremy's weight collapse into me, his erection rubbing harder against my skin. I moan low in my throat and he captures my lips with his. He's aggressive with the kiss, effectively silencing me when his tongue intertwines with mine.
I glide my hands up his shirt and tug on the ends. He lifts his hands without question and I slip it up and over his head. He follows suit with my shirt and I unhook my bra immediately after. His eyes consume my body as I slide it off completely, my nipples hardening as soon as they feel the cool air.
As if in a trance, Jeremy brings his head in close to my breasts, flicking his tongue against each of my nipples. I am so wet for him. I struggle out of my work pants and thong, and Jeremy gets up and repeats my actions - dropping his running shorts and boxers to the floor. His erection springs free and my jaw draw opens. He is so big.
My muscles clench in anticipation and I squirm with excitement as he seductively crawls back on top of me. His naked body presses against mine and it feels like sheer ecstasy. I widen my legs for him and feel the tip of his erection dripping wet against my core. He pushes it into me just slightly and stops. I moan as the bigness of him squeezes me open.
I look at his face and see he is drowning with desire. Our eyes meet and I smile, so utterly consumed by him. His body is tense and I can almost feel the internal struggle he is fighting. He is performing a sin, one that would no doubt get him in loads of trouble 'when he got home.'
I'm so afraid he'll change his mind. I lean up and kiss his lips, doing my best to draw him into me.
"I want you," I whisper. "I've never wanted anyone more than I do now, Jeremy."
His eyes burn into mine, as if searching for the validity of my statement. He presses a single kiss on my lips and then latches his hands around my hips, plunging into me all the way.
I cry out, a mix of pleasurable pain and ecstasy as he draws in and out of me over and over again. I can already feel myself getting ready to climax. Jeremy's speed picks up and when I can't take it anymore I let go, my body collapsing in sweet sexual surrender.
Jeremy finishes right after me, clutching at my hips as he shoves deep within me and roars out my name. The heavy weight of his body is on me once again and the only sound I hear now is that of our own ragged breaths.
I breathe in the smell of lust, of sated desire, and I bask in it.
It has never been this good before. Ever.
I pull Jeremy into me, never wanting to let him go, and I realize this is the best experience I've had…in my entire existence.